Pizza

aliblogpoem

Getting Ready For School

I’m going to get ready for school
I’ll go downstairs to eat my breakfast
I’ll pour milk into my glass and drink it.
I will put my books into my bag
When I’m done I’ll brush my teeth
The second my mom shouts “Let’s go!”
I take my bag and run downstairs
I get into the car and we’re off

Love That Shoe


Love that shoe,
like a mice loves to eat cheese
I love that shoe
like a dog loves to play fetch
I love that shoe
It’s blue with orange stripes
It shines in the sun
It accompanies me on my journeys
Protects me from
The dangers of the ground
I love that shoe

goldfish

In his fish tank
Swimming forward and backwards
His orange fins
Swishing through the water
Only thinking about
When he will be fed
He will just have to
Wait
And wait
And wait until
Shake, Shake, Shake
Up from above
Comes down
What he has
Been waiting for

The Snake

Snake, Snake, out of control

In the eerie jungle

What or who

Could catch this slithering creature

at school… :(

at school… :(

Where Are My Real Parents?

I saw my parents through the foggy forest. I started to run towards them. While I was running the world split into two. They were on one side, and I was on the other.

Before you start reading this book I would like to warn you that this will not be a fun or happy story so don’t say that I didn’t warn you. I also want to tell you to not read the last part before reading the whole story. Okay, let’s get back to the story.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm. I got out of bed and went downstairs. I yelled “James, Kate!” James and Kate are my foster parents. There wasn’t a reply. İ yelled again. No response. I checked the whole house. I couldn’t find them. The doorbell rang. İ opened the door.

Don’t worry, nothing bad is about to happen.

It was the mailman. “I have a mail for James Tronic.” said the mailman, “İ can take it.” İ said. “Please sign here.” the mail man said. I signed the paper. I closed the door and went inside. I opened the package. There was a bloody skull inside of it.
Just joking. I tricked you, right.
There was a note inside of it. It said:
If you are reading this then I am probably in New York City, New York on a special mission. I want to tell you that I really miss you.
Mark Bale

Bale, that was my last name. Could he be my real father? I had to get to New York. I checked my (foster) parents room for money. I found $190 in the drawer. I took the money and called a taxi.
You might be wondering how I was going to go to New York with a taxi. I live in New Jersey so it’s only about 50 minutes away.
After waiting for about 2 minutes the taxi came. I got on and told the driver to take me to New York City. I dozed off during the trip. I had just made a big mistake.
The End.

You really want to read more. Okay then. Where were we?

When I woke up I saw tall skyscrapers and walls with graffiti all over them. I had arrived. I told the taxi driver that he could stop here. I gave him $80 and got off. Now, how could I find my dad, I thought to myself. Well, if he was on a special mission maybe he worked for the FBI. Where was the FBI headquarters? I tried to remember from school. At that moment, I realized I had just made a huge mistake. My mistake was that …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
You thought I was going to tell you. Well you thought, right. I am going to tell you.
The FBI headquarters were in Washington D.C.! I had to get on a bus to Washington D.C. I went to the bus station. I ran to the ticket counter. “Can I get one one-way ticket to Washington D.C.?” I asked. “Sure, there’s one bus leaving in 2 minutes I can get you on that one.” The ticket lady said. I bought the ticked and ran to the bus. When I got there the bus was leaving, I was too late. Then I realized that that bus wasn’t my bus, my bus was the one next to it. I hopped on to the bus and sat down. The bus stared to go.
The bus stopped at the bus station in Washington D.C. I got off the bus and asked a police officer where the FBI headquarters were. He said “After you get out of the station take a right a keep going straight. It will be on your left.” I thanked the man and went outside.

I took a right and started to walk forwards. I saw a huge building. I guessed that it was the FBI headquarters. I went inside. There was a secretary. I went to her and asked “Does anyone here know somebody called Mark Bale”. “I’ll ask the boss if he knows anyone like that.” The secretary said. Then she took out a huge phone and dialed a number. “Hello,” the secretary said, “There’s a kid at the door asking if you know anyone named Mark Bale.” “Okay, thank you.” said the secretary and she closed the phone. “Our boss is coming down here to talk with you,” said the secretary. “You may sit down.” I took a seat and waited.

A big man with a beard came inside. “Where is this kid you were talking about?” asked the man to the secretary. “Over there sir.” Replied the secretary. The man started to walk towards me. “What do you want with Mark Bale?” the man asked. “I think he might be my father,” I replied. “Is there any way that I could contact him?” “Well, I could call him.” The man said. I nodded. He took out his phone and dialed in a number. I waited for a while. “What was your name son” the man asked me. “Blake, Blake Bale.” I said. He continued talking with the other person on the phone. “Okay, yes, I’m giving him the phone.” The man gave me the phone “Hello” I said “Son, is that you? It’s great to hear your voice.” My dad said. “Look son I am coming back from my mission right now.” Wait at the headquarters; I’ll be there in one hour.” Then he closed the phone. “I guess I’m staying here” I said.
After one hour, which felt more like 1 hour and 2 minutes the door opened. A man walked. “Son?” he asked me. “Dad?” I said. He gave me a huge hug. I couldn’t believe it. I was reunited with my dad. I was so happy. “Dad can I live with you?” I asked him. “Of course you can.” He said. Then we walked outside. I was finally with my real parent.
“By the way dad, where was your special mission?” I asked him. “It was in a forest.” He replied. “A very foggy forest

This is the end of my first story. I know, I still didn’t answer a few questions like where my mom is and where my foster parents were when I woke up. Well, I guess you have to wait for the next story.

The assassin took out his shotgun and shot my mom in the head. There was blood everywhere. “Noooooooooooooo!” I screamed out. My mom couldn’t die. Then the assassin looked at me. The last thing I heard was the sound of the bullet. I told you this wouldn’t be a fun story.

(This last part was added for the people who didn’t read the story and skipped to the last part. Shame on you, that is if you read the last part before reading the whole story.)

Week 32 Match Scores

Eskişehirspor

1-2

Kayserispor

İstanbul B.Ş.B

1-1

M.P. Antalyaspor
Bursaspor

Delayed

Beşiktaş

Gaziantepspor

1-0

Manisaspor

Gençlerbirliği

2-1

Konyaspor

K.D.Ç. Karabükspor

0-1

Fenerbahçe
Sivasspor

1-1

Ankaragücü

Bucaspor

1-2

Trabzonspor
Galatasaray

3-1

Kasımpaşa

Week 32 Matches

06.05.2011
Eskişehirspor

-

Kayserispor

-

07.05.2011

İstanbul B.Ş.B

-

M.P. Antalyaspor

-

07.05.2011

Bursaspor

-

Beşiktaş

-

07.05.2011

Gaziantepspor

-

Manisaspor

-

08.05.2011

Gençlerbirliği

-

Konyaspor

-

08.05.2011

K.D.Ç. Karabükspor

-

Fenerbahçe

-

08.05.2011

Sivasspor

-

Ankaragücü

-

08.05.2011

Bucaspor

-

Trabzonspor

-

09.05.2011

Galatasaray

-

Kasımpaşa

Do you agree with Jack that you can generalize about boys’ and girls’ approach to poetry? Why or why not?

I don’t agree with Jack because both boys and girls can write poems. What do you think?